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Aritri Chatterjee Poem
Little lily lost in leisure
Trying to trace her long lost treasure
Where to find and where to not
But ended up finding what she should not.
Under the table, inside the kitchen
Spared rooms, old woolen, and mittens
Ravaged her clothes and only she could find
Her dead friend Daisy's photo, that still shines.
She cried a bit thinking of her
Then again the searching spree took over.
She looked under her bed and the hall as well
But ended up finding an old worn-out bell.
Then she remembered it was her little dog
Who once got eaten by the winter fog.
She rang the bell but he never came back
She kept ringing but nothing changed that.
She cried a little more again stood up
What to do? She was adamant to give up.
Every nooks and corner of her house stood silent in fear
Who knows what lily end up finding there!
She looked, she peeped, and she called out loud
Oh! My treasure, are you nowhere to be found?
Just then she thought to search the basement
And ran down there through the wooden pavements...
The basement was dark, gloomy and deep
But her fear didn't shake her a bit.
She lit up the candle to get a clear vision
It was filled with things, old enough
Her grandpa's shoes, her mother's scarf
That rifle father used, grandma's tarts
She finally saw what she was looking for
The family portrait she always treasured for
She hugged it to her chest and murmured in the dark
If it was not the war, you all could have come back...
Copyright © Aritri Chatterjee | Year Posted 2019
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